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Dusk's Dark Domain

The setting sun seemed to be fighting a losing war with dusk as it spilled its crimson blood over a cloudy battlefield.
The emerald-green mountains, jealously guarding distant horizons, watched the ensuing fight with darkly growing concern.
The shimmering water calmly reflected on the circumstances, but offered no solution.
All manner of birds fled far and near,
All home to hide in fear.
Even the wind stood still in respect.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, dusk won the fight,
and accepted the title of Knight.
Dusk became Darkness.
The mountains silently acceded and withdrew under Darkness' cloak.
The water chuckled knowingly before it, too, retreated.
The wind gave a final sigh and quietly waited for the sun to reclaim its glorious position.
Writing at a water hole in the Kruger, I reflected
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